"Thank... thank you."
Bai Yang and his two friends stammered their thanks, utterly astonished, and before they had the chance to say more, the waitress had already set the tableware, given a slight smile, and quickly disappeared from sight.
Having finished dinner without further incident, Bai Yang hurried home after evening self-study, ready to seek explanations for the mystery at hand. He wanted to know what exactly those people told the school, as the teachers' looks made him feel as if his days were numbered. But as soon as he got home, he found a crowd chatting merrily in his bedroom, which gave Bai Yang quite a shock—
"Right, right, right, exactly, the Zifeng Building. It's only a five-minute walk from there."
"Wait a second, we're looking at the map."
"Look for it! Old Wang, see if there is a shortcut nearby?"
"How fast can that big eyeball move? Let's see if we can estimate a safe range..."
Bai Yang pushed open the door: "What are you doing?"
